Titans

~Haaaaaa ~

The heartrending scream of a woman echoes in the halls of Olympus, shaking the white pillars of the Heavens.

Four Giant figures stood observing the screaming woman worryingly. This is the moment they had been waiting for.

At long last, the Titans will be born, which will begin an age of the Titan Gods.

As the Primordial Gods, they will guide them to fit into the myths.

The Mistress of the Night, Nyx, dressed in a black dress, held Gaia's hand, softly spoke to her, "Push, just push a little more and you can rest."

Gaia's abdomen tightened as she pushed with all her straight, pushing a baby out.

That action took all her energy, making her pant like crazy, gripping Nyx's hand tightly and producing cracking sounds.

Nyx was expressionless like the pain was felt by someone else; and not her. She remained with a loving expression taking care of Gaia.

Looking at the baby that came out, while Uranus didn't feel much for Gaia, the twelve children were his.

Holding the baby in his hand, Uranus noticed it was a boy; making him sign the future in store for him.

He could feel the power in its tiny body; it truly was far stronger than a human, but weaker than Primordial God.

Curious, one of the Primordial Gods uses their divine gaze on the child, causing a screen to appear before him.

[Name: Unknown

Age:??

Race: Heteromorphic

Abilities/Skills:???]

The baby was also an immortal creature like them. It wouldn't die from old age, and even fatal injuries could be healed, if not killed immediately.

The Primordial God noticed even without seeing its power, he could gauge it. Its power was a third of his power, which was amazing, maybe he could surpass them in the future.

At birth his power was third of theirs; just what would be his strength when he grew up? Even if he didn't surpass them, he would perhaps be the strongest below Primordial Gods if none of its siblings was stronger.

"Uranus, what will you call him? His power will only become stronger." Tartarus's eyes flash as he looks at the baby; he was happy for a new addition to their group.

Giving birth was something that they realized was harder for them than humans. They were too strong; they believe the reason for the current pregnancies was the work of Father behind the scenes.

Uranus nodded at Tartarus, as he passed the baby to the others. He moves over to Gaia and collects the children Gaia managed to push out.

Now and then his eyes would look at Gaia with a complicated glint, showing emotions he didn't want to acknowledge.

Gaia laid there like a wrung-out rag, soaking the bed with her sweat. However, after a moment of rest, she got to her feet, regaining her strength at incredible speed.

Mortal norms shouldn't apply to her. The pain of childbirth was like the sting of a bee, if giving birth to a titan was equal to a million bee sting for Gaia.

Looking at her children with warmth in her eyes; Gaia noticed there were more females than boys, not matching the number for each gender they needed to complete the twelve titan gods.

Gaia supposed Father wouldn't mind, He changed many things already, so changing a few things shouldn't be a problem.

Taking hold of her firstborn, she smiles at it, as it looks back at her, giggling while looking around curiously; unlike normal babies. It wouldn't be a surprise if he had the intelligence of an eight-year-old.

"Since he is the firstborn, he will be Oceanus, the Titan God of the Sea and Ocean." Uranus peeps in and announces; stroking the head of the baby.

"How will we go about his wife? Remember Lord Ainz said he didn't like incest." Pontus' voice, the only solution was to wait for his wives to give birth to a daughter and name it Tethys, before arranging a marriage between her and Oceanus.

As expected, one of them came to the same conclusion, Erebus voiced it.

"I don't mind, however, if my daughter doesn't wish to marry Oceanus, I won't force her." This was ironic coming from him, but Pontus will not allow his seed to be forced into anything.

Everyone agrees, before subsequently naming the rest of the children. Of the litter, there were only two boys, the rest were females.

The other boy was named Cronus, the Titan God of Harvest.

The females who were taking the position of male titans were given female names, except one.

With Rhea coming from another Primordial God, this child had no purpose. If they followed how cruel they were in mythology, they would probably kill her, as she had no use, thankfully they were civilized gods, so they were lenient.

Holding the child, Uranus' starry eyes seem to pierce through her, which to mortals was frightening but was warm to the child. "This child has no destiny or purpose amongst us; however she is still my daughter, nothing can change that. She is very lucky however as she didn't succumb to death as she would have otherwise been burdened with. I beg my fellow Primordials for a chance for her. I wish to make her Lachesis, the Alloter of Fate for the gods."

"I don't see a need to oppose it, the fates are the daughters of Zeus and Themis, which by extension are a part of your lineage. You have the right to decide."

The Primordial Gods nodded, it wasn't something they had a say in. Even if she became the Alloter of the Fates, she couldn't allot their fates as it was impossible. The reason she wasn't given a pick to become one of the twelve titans was that she was the weakest, the runt of the litter if you must.

———

Watching the anticipated event taking place, Ainz stroked his chin thoughtfully. He realizes with him forbidding incest, the gods could appear from any of the Primordial God lineages.

This isn't bad, as this means only the right person would acquire their godly role.

He saw a problem in the system he created. Neither him or the Primordials knew what abilities the Titans would have. What this means is simple, naming the Titans was pointless.

Gaia and Uranus had completed their roles. They must be rewarded, Tartarus should also be rewarded for being so loyal.

Looking at the pile of items at his side, he decides to use an item from his inventory.

Looking into his inventory, he didn't find too many low-level items, as such items only pile up in parts of the Great Tomb of Nazarick for the winners of the Noble Tournament.

Ainz decides to take some of the high tier items, three items to be exact. A book, an orb, and a sword.

The book is called the Book of the Damned. It's able to summon High Tier Demons, who could rival even the Primordial Gods. It's also able to bind demonic creatures to it; making them servile to the master of the book.

The orb is an Orb of Divination, which can divine parts of the future. The orb is however weak to people like Ainz, who cannot be divine, with his anti divination resistance.

The sword is called the Conqueror's Sword, a sword that grows stronger the more it kills. Though there is a limit to it as well.

Looking at the items and knew they were a bit too powerful but thinking of Odin and Freya, their item was still stronger than these.

Ainz opens three Gates and tosses the items inside like trash; before focusing his attention on God and the Demon Kings. What will they do?

He gave them templates but they could choose how they lived. The templates are like aids and a guideline; they were what he created them to be, how they go about that role was completely up to them.

———

In Heaven, God sat on his throne surrounded by seven smaller seats, in which the archangels sat.

In front of God was a huge mirror that showed scenes of Earth. Humans were struggling to survive; their sinful acts were alarming; God was confused as to why these things had escaped his sight.

Looking towards Hell, God didn't see anything out of the norm; so the Demon Kings weren't the cause of the humans' sinful acts?

As the one who created Heaven and Earth, nothing could escape his eyes; so he looked inside Hell; scanning each floor; seeing the Demon Kings, before taking his gaze back.

It seems he must punish the humans he created. The last time was a flood, this time there will be justice but to a lesser extent. Not everyone had sin; so not everyone would be harmed.

———

As more and more demons are summoned on the Surface Hell, demons begin to descend the levels, entering into different Hells; with many dying gruesome deaths at the immense pressure given off by the levels and power of the Demon Kings.

The Lord of the Eight Hells, observe his domain; looking at the demons. He noticed many with potential; worthy enough to become high-ranking members of the demon race in the future but for now, they were only cannon fodder.

As he observed his domain, the actions of the other Demon Kings didn't escape his gaze; as they were demons with high potential.

Out of the millions of demons, they became the beacon that stood at the peak.

Lucifer was the last Demon King to join their ranks, and subsequently the weakest one, given control over the eight layers of hell.

One must know that the closer one was to the surface, the easier it was to tempt and control humans. Given such a low level to rule, it shows how little the Lord of the Eight Hells views him.

Demon King Asmodeus; look into the skies of his level and frowned. He senses God looking towards him and Hell; which displeases him.

God to most, even the other Demon Kings was taboo as He was truly powerful. To him though, God was a slightly stronger being; he could also be killed.

Throughout the ages, he hadn't interfered in God or the other Demon Kings' business as long as nothing bad happen to Hell. However; it seem by having a low profile, some people believe him to be a weak and a pushover.

In the other levels, the other Demon Kings felt the gaze of God and the spike in their leaders power, making them know something would be going down soon.

Lucifer had a distant look on his face as God's gaze look over Hell. He didn't regret his rebellion against God, but he knew the way he went about it was wrong.

He got what he wanted; he was a god to many, but with conditions. Even in his situation there were many stronger than himself. Even scheming was useless against them.